The Male Concubine 男性的贵妃 (BOYxBOY)

First Falling White Violets

~~~Hong Yan's POV~~~
After that meeting when ever I had spare time I would go look for him, and as if fate had agreed with me, I would always find him. We became really close after that incident, and ever since I had affectionately nicknamed him "Bing Bing" since he didn't have a "small" name (xiao ming) and he called me familiarly"Yan ge" (meaning Yan Bro). As I was waiting at our favorite Meeting place the Jade Gazebo.
"Yan ge!" I heard as he called for me, his beautiful chestnut colored hair that those envious would describe it as dirt colored but its a lot more complicated, the color is just light enough to be brown but dark enough to not be rust and his eyes the same and those ridiculously long lashes, small face, big eyes, silky hair, small waist and shoulders, naturally pink lips and void of a mask of make up...even within my harem as vast as the sea...I don't have such a beauty.
"Yan ge?" He said waving his arm and snapping me from my thoughts.
During the time I knew him I found out that he was in the supervision of
Concubine Ying. I had heard of her great rumored beauty, but most of my "wives" were beauties, the harem can never not have enough beautiful women...but for beautiful men...that is another story.
"Come on Yan ge, I feel dirty." He said as he dragged me to the shower room. As I absent mindly began to strip, after all it was a bath house but a delicious scent that I had caught a whiff of...it was the undeniable scent of magnolia and orchird...Nobility and Mature charm. My Hands automatically began moving towards the scent. My wandering fingers eventually found their target, my hands held onto the small waist belonging to Bing Bing. I had turned him around and our eyes had met...And as we got closer and closer, though I have with my body been entwined with many but I had never felt so close to someone, not even her.
As our fore heads touched, then our nose, and then closing our eyes and letting our lips clash and our bodies take over. My tongue had trailed down his neck finding a mole the shape of a flower petal at the nape of his neck....And that was all I was conscious for....